Produced, written, and performed by me.

Lyrics //
It’s a quarter past ten
and I -
laying here again.
Awaiting on my -
soul to ascend.

When will it end?
When will it...
end?

Staring at the ceiling,
internally bleeding.
Craving a heeling,
a great escape –
from this endless void,
this -
vacant feeling.

I’m –
dreaming,
hallucinating,
debating,
these forsaken
thoughts.
I think I –
I hope I –
I want to –
it should be –
it can’t be...

It’s half past three –
Universe,
are you almost done with me?
If this is part of the plan,
please...
help me understand.
Cause at this very moment –
it’s a catastrophe.
And I’m trying...
I'm trying,
not to let it get the best of me.
When,
do you intend
on
letting me be?
Do you ever have intentions of,
setting me free?
How much longer?
Until I,
assemble myself
stronger?

Universe,
Please - 
give me
the date and time.
when my soul arrives - 
in outer space.
When can I say I survived?
When will you grant me
access to the sky?
When will you let me
the stars be mine?

Universe,
Tell me -
how the void within my chest is as vacant as 
you?
Why nobody else understands me
the way you do?

How?
Tell me why –
even with the stars revolving
around my heart,
soul and mind -
remarkably intertwined,
How could I not be content
solely with the company of...
mine?

These four walls...
you consume my mind.
But I know eventually,
of course -
we don’t know when...
but it’ll all be fine.
In due time -
an inner light,
will ignite.
I tell myself again and again
the stars will...
be aligned –
Universe, 
I trust you.
I know we’ll be fine.
Me and you –
just us two.
Me and you.

Bedroom of mine,
Oh -
You've absorbed my every thought,
even with my stomach tied in knots -
you 
have been my sanctuary spot.
You
witnessed my every action,
every violent reaction,
every time my heart was reduced to a mere fraction,
forsaken moments
where I desired human interaction.
You -
have seen the color of my eyes.
Every eyelash flutter,
every motion,
every time...
I have suppressed burning emotion,
aching for recognition in the midst of silent devotion,
drowning in tears deeper than the ocean.
You -
eavesdropped on my every word and seen
all the sleepless nights that occurred.
Every occasion where I’ve grown further and further absurd,
every silent scream that was never released but never...
heard.

Universe you -
saw me.
Watched me as I crumbled up my own poetry,
as the weight of the world took it’s tole on me.
All this time...
I was seeking for life,
Looking for you -
when all along the universe was alive,
inside my own bones.

Damn...
I am the Universe.
I was talking to myself.

Enter The Void

Produced, Written, and Performed by me.

Lyrics //
I'm sorry I didn't pick up the phone 
the first time you were trying to call.
I was reluctant to fall because I was terrified.
Please know,
letting this connection fade was far from my intention.
I figured, I would be damned regardless
if I let you in or if I didn't.
I predicted this end before it began.

My bad... 
My bad.

Oh, I ever imagined I'd  be craving you like this.
Maybe, I just want you when I can't have you...
Reminiscent to the dreams I'm endlessly chasing.
An unhealthy obsession, 
I ache to make love with the impossible.
That's why I...
want you so bad.

Maybe it's true,
there's nothing sweeter
than the forbidden fruit.

I wanna taste you,
I only wanna kiss you.

Oh I, can't help but wonder -
Do the words I never said, 
never told you,
echo in your head?
Tell me, do I linger in your wildest dreams the
same way you  do in mine?
Do our lips only touch
when our bodies are laying separately,
unconsciously?
Do we communicate
telepathically?
Are we loving each other subliminally?
Does my heart ever intertwine
your mind anymore?

Please tell me,
I'd love to hear the caos in your mind.
We can go, all night.
Cause I'm  laying here idle on the phone,
life of the line 
on full exposure.
Tell me,
if we're just getting started
or if it's truly over.

I want you,
I need you.

Tell me,
is the feeling mutual?

Can we,
connect like we used to?

Loving you when you love someone else
is exhausting.

The assumptions are
killing me softly.

Am I sleeping?
Is it too late?
Am I too far?
Am I too close?

Hello?
Are you... listening?
Do you hear me?
Answer me,
Please...

I'm sorry.
We got so disconnected.

Can we try again?

Disconnected

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